Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 304

Chapter 304: 304- Greek God

(One year later: After Rafael’s death)

Making a pout, Talia woke up and stretched her body in bed. She yawned loudly but then quickly clamped her hand over her mouth when she sensed a presence right outside the room through the open door.

She blinked and completely changed sides propping herself on her elbow until her eyes fixed on the man right outside her house. He was at it again.

Barefoot.

Muscles straining as he lowered himself into another pushup. His body had changed so much ever since they found him one year back by the shores of Ashoa River.

He was unconscious and barely breathing.

Every morning it was the same. After a few sets of push-ups, he would jump straight into squats. The way his legs used to bend effortlessly; each motion showed the strength he had built in such a short time.

Without a break he would move to lunges, alternating his legs with expertise.

Talia couldn’t believe that he was the same frail man whom they discovered one year back. He was not only stabbed in the stomach, but his head hit the rocks in the water.

He stayed unconscious for four months and then despite the healer telling him that he needed to take it easy, he started these vigorous activities.

The memory loss had taken a toll on his mental health. These exercises used to keep him diverted from the issue that he could remember nothing about his past life.

Without looking away, she called in a whisper, “Mala? You awake?”

Behind her, a sleepy groan emerged from the same bed, “What is it?”

“He’s at it again,” she muttered, “Every morning… his body seems like it’s getting stronger than before.”

She said dreamily. Mala must have gone back to sleep, but now Talia was staring at the ceiling above.

Sometimes he would wake up after midnight, almost screaming in frustration, and go out to exercise. With the help of a neighbor boy, he grabbed a jute bag, filled it with sand, and started practicing on it treating it like a punching bag.

Talia got up and went to the bathroom. It was a small village where basic necessities were scarce.

Talia lived in a one-room house with her father and little sister. Her father was the one who found this man near the lake.

No villager wanted to take responsibility, but her father stuck to his decision. He not only got him treated but also sold his collection of bicycles to get him treated by a good doctor from the closest city.

All his friends tried to warn him not to let him live inside the same house where his daughters resided, but he didn’t listen to them.

“My daughters are my responsibilities. Stop worrying about them,” this was the politest shut-up call he gave to his fellow villagers.

When Talia came out of the bathroom, he was doing planks.

Seeing him in a vest and a pair of old cotton trunks, Talia gulped down her saliva. Those strong arms and strong legs were made to worship.

Sometimes she felt, he didn’t belong to this world. Do Greek Gods really exist?

She placed some bread on the plate in front of her on the floor and started eating it. They couldn’t afford coffee but made fresh tea with the tea leaves available in their village.

The electricity was available, but it was rarely there.

After a few minutes, Mala joined her in breakfast, “Stop being a creep, Talia. Thank God he never called the police on you,” She hissed at her softly.

Talia didn’t even bother to listen to her younger sister. The man was deliciously handsome.

Fun fact was, all those people who stepped back from his treatment, their daughters had now started visiting their house even more.

The stranger never bothered to even look at any of them, but Talia and Mala had become the center of attention. And both the girls were enjoying it.

In a one-room house, it was easier to look outside when the main door of the house usually stayed open. The clearing in front of the house was used as his exercise space now.

Mala took out the bread from the brown paper covering and started eating it, “Push-ups, squats, lunges…” Talia told her in a whisper, “Every day it’s the same routine. Have you noticed his muscles? They have filled out.”

This time Mala also looked outside and agreed with Talia. The man was a treat to the eyes.

“Yesterday, Aan was asking me if we could rent him out to her for one night! He—he,” Talia started giggling like a fool, but Mala didn’t like it.

The handsome man never tried to do anything indecent. He treated Talia with a polite but formal smile, yet he did show a little bit of warmth to Mala.

Sometimes at night he would hold his head and shout in anguish and frustration. At that time, even their father couldn’t control him.

The annoyance the pain… that he didn’t remember anything about his past, sometimes used to get too much.

“Give a shut-up call to Aan,” Mala said applying butter to the bread, “It’s a miracle that he is breathing. Papa says he’s lucky to even be alive. That wound on his head … I was sure that we would lose him. The guy has got some willpower.”

The man had now gotten up and was wiping the sweat with a small washcloth.

Talia swiped her tongue on her lips. The way he was wiping his sweat, it was too se*xy.

She jumped when a light punch landed on her shoulder, “Ouch!” she started rubbing it with a pout.

Mala was glaring at her, “Stop eyeing the man like he is a feast. Have some respect and shame!”

Before Talia could retort, Mala got up and went straight to him, “Tom! Breakfast?”

They didn’t know what to name him. Talia thought he should be named Leonardo DiCaprio or Thor.

But Mala insisted on the name Tom.

“It’s easy, short and we can forget it more easily once he remembers his own name,” For the last few days, she had these weird but strong intuitions that soon he would remember about his identity and his past.

***

Tom was eating the bread without applying butter. He was so engrossed that he didn’t realize when Mala placed the hot teacup before him.

They both were sitting across each other, cross-legged, on the clearing outside their house.

It all felt so different and so strange.

Eating while sitting on the floor.

Don’t they have a dining table? He thought silently.

He was sure whatever lifestyle he had, he used to eat at the dining table. Not on the floor.

He wished… he could remember more about his life.

“What are you thinking, Tom?” Mala asked him, looking at his handsome face. His black hair was long and reached his shoulders.

She made a mental note to take him to a barber. During his sickness and recovery period, the locks reached his mid-back, and then one month back her father decided to cut his hair.

Now it was again growing like crazy. She held up a bunch of his hair strands and smiled, “Your hair is straight.”

Tom smirked at her remark but didn’t say anything. He was a man of a few words.

“The way you call me Tom…”

She chuckled with a nod, “Don’t tell me it reminds you of Tom Huddleston,” she freed his hair.

“No…” he rolled his lips between his teeth, “It reminds me of Tom and Jerry!”

Mala threw back her head and laughed loudly, “Ouch! I never meant that.”

She saw the girls passing by, observing them. They were curious about what they were talking about and laughing at. She liked this man and felt protective of him.

Most of the villagers were fond of movies and used to watch them on TV but due to electricity issues, they rarely got time.

“Mr. Tom. Where is your Jerry?” she asked him playfully.

A flicker of amusement appeared in his eyes for a very rare moment, “My Jerry is here!” he said ruffling her hair. Mala giggled again.

Talia who was standing at some distance smiled.

So, Mr. Tom. You do know how to smile. Great!

***

Holding a basket, Mala was walking to the market. Today she was planning to buy chicken and spices for dinner.

Tom must not have told her, but she had noticed he ate more whenever she made chicken fajita.

Though he never admitted it.

She was walking on a dusty path when someone called her from behind, “Mala!”

Halting in her steps, she turned and found, Koa marching over with a scowl.

Urgh. What is he doing here? Didn’t we break up a few weeks back?

She stood there placing a hand on her hip, “Yes, Koa?”

“I wanted to ask you why you left me?”

“What!” she blinked in surprise. She did tell him that they should part ways because of their difference of opinion.

“Yes, Mala. You need to answer me. Why didn’t you love me back? And if you weren’t serious about this relationship then why did you allow me to have so much emotional attachment with you?”

Emotional attachment? Seriously?

She wasn’t her mom, to be honest.

“I did tell you, Koa. And never dumped you. I just respectfully asked you… I mean… suggested you to part ways.”

He was not an emotionally strong boy, and she realized it late after experiencing his outbursts.

However, she wasn’t ready when he held her chin tightly, “What did you think? That I can’t question you?”

Mala’s eyes got misty due to the pain. She tried moving away his hand, but he was too stubborn. Just when he was about to spew more hate, a deep male voice spoke nearby, “Let. Her. Go!”

Koa swallowed hard; he could feel the powerful aura behind him.